It seems like I am a walking object for stereotypes. With my long black hair, pierced lip, and dark clothes, I’m pretty much a red flag for parents. Every day people stop and stare at my three-inch platform boots and torn skirts with scornful eyes. My lack of normalcy pushes people to associate me with negative activities. It feels awful to be looked down on based on appearance; I’m sure many others can relate. Adults have hinted that this is all a “phase” and I should consider changing. Teachers practically expect failure from me the moment I enter their room. I am determined to change this idea. All people deserve to be loved and taken seriously for who they are - from the inside out.
Yes, I love black. Yes, I listen to heavy metal music. So what. This doesn’t mean that I spend my time smoking the purity out of my lungs and breaking the law.
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